The Amber Sword

Brando takes out the gem while a light gray beam of light shoots through the fog from the gem, as if pointing in a certain direction.

“What is this?” Faina asked.

“Why should I answer you? You Krutzians don't rarely get answers from the Eruites, do you?” Brando raised the gem as if it were a lighthouse in the fog.

“You, you--" the aristocratic maiden knots for it.

But Brando ignored her, and Faina followed her silently —— the light of the gray stone was actually some kind of resonance, and the other end of the resonance was in this abyss. The two walked in the fog for a while before and after, and the surrounding landscape was always a changing black rock in the fog, and there seemed to be a stream of running water beneath their feet.

The boring scenery was sleepy, but after they had moved on for a while, Brando's jewels flashed and suddenly dimmed.

“What's the matter? ”

Faina sees curiosity asking.

“To the place.” Brando stowed away the gems and placed his body against the rocks. Though it was part of his plan, it wasn't as good a mess as Andrea's.

Then he looked carefully behind the rock and saw a huge crater behind the white fog, but he looked down and suddenly held his breath --

What was the scene like?

A prehistoric beast lies beneath a giant rock pit.

But it's not Brando's imaginary saint, it's a wolf, a giant wolf as long as a canyon.

The wolf fell asleep, snow-white, and silver sparkled in the dark. But even if it flexed more spectacularly in the canyon than at the most magnificent mountain peak, the giant and beautiful wolf kiss rested on the front paw, with its eyes closed, eyes and a silver scar on one cheek.

Brando looked at this thing and swallowed a sip, almost forgetting to breathe.

At this time, Fayna also protruded behind his back. The nobleman opened her eyes immediately, almost shouting out, and she immediately covered her hands with her mouth.

“What is this?” Faina asked a little incredibly.

Brando looked into the eyes of the giant wolf and he took a deep breath: "Twelve rounds of the son of the Moon, the head wolf Ashes! ”

“Ah!”

Faina covered her mouth and screamed.

Elysis the head wolf is the descendant of the twelve rounds of the Devil's Moon, the cause of the scourge of the wolf, the northern border of the Krutz Empire has been plagued by wolf scourge for many years, and Fayna will naturally not know what is in it.

It's just that the head wolf, Ashes, is the descendant of the mythical demigod, and although there are countless stories about it, no one believes that it really exists in this world.

“How come, you... you can't be wrong, can you?” Faina asked stubbornly.

“The snowy giant wolf is Essex, not to mention the wounds left on his right eye in a fight with the winter wolf...”

Brando suddenly stopped, and he suddenly thought that this thing could be a form of fog, after all, it could become a saint's dragon, why can't it become a wolf, Esis?

But at this moment, he suddenly felt Fiina stabbing him in the back.

“Brando...”

The nobleman raised her head and she sucked cold air, her tongue like a knot.

Brando saw this young lady look like a ghost, and he looked up and saw an incredible scene.

Over the head wolf Ashes, the pounding atmosphere slowly changed, forming various shapes - the Saint Dragon for a moment, other similar mythical monsters for a moment, but the fog slowly converged, eventually becoming the image of the Saint Dragon's fifteen heads.

The phantoms of the ancestral gods and beasts appeared above.

Yet fifteen blood cell-like eyes were suddenly opened, exposed to these fifteen eyes full of killing and malice, and Brando and Faina had a cold heart between them, creating a feeling of being stabbed to the ground by fifteen swords at the same time ——

And at the same time, Brando suddenly came up with a possibility.

He looked at Ashes, who was always asleep, and at that giant fiction in the sky, assuming that this was one dream of Ashes the Wolf, then influenced the other world through the dream, which was the real nightmare.

No wonder it's called fog nightmare.

Turns out this thing was just a dream for Essex?

Just one dream is strong enough?

“It's... it's seen us?” Faina stumbled.

Brando hurried to hold her: "Don't be silly, it hasn't seen us yet. It's going to see us attack a long time ago. Keep your voice down and don't draw that thing around. ”

He looked at the fifteen taps on the abyss, knowing that the gray stone in his hand was perceived by the other party to trigger a foggy reaction, but strangely enough, how could the gray stone have anything to do with Essex?

Thinking of it, he retracted his gaze from behind the rock and pulled Faina back too.

“You want to bring that woman here? ”

As the nobleman squatted behind the rock, she placed her hands on the skirt - although the corners of the skirt were already broken - and bowed her head to ask.

Brando flashed, and he looked up somewhat surprised at this blonde two-ponytail girl.

“Oh, I don't see how clever you are--”

“What are you talking about!” Faina chewed her teeth straight and she stared at Brando.

“Shh...!” Brando glanced at her.

Fayna startled and hurried to lower her voice: “How did you know there would be this thing here? Does it have anything to do with that gem you're holding? ”

Brando smiled softly.

“You got it. Guess again. ”

“Shh, fools can see the ploy, self-righteous--! ”

Brando coughed and got a little hot on his face, but he immediately turned his lips against each other in a bad mood: “Really? No wonder you saw that. ”

“You...! ”

Faina frowned and blew her hair when her blonde ponytail paused, but as soon as she saw Brando put a finger up against her lips, she was exhaled.

“... damn Eluin hillbilly.” She whispered.

But Brando wasn't in the mood to fight her all the time, and he turned around and measured the surrounding terrain, picked a spot that didn't seem so easy to spot, and then made a gesture to Faina, and carefully touched it with this young lady.

Rather, it is a rock seam on a cliff, from where you can see the entire abyss valley very clearly, and the giant rock pit is just down the other side.

It was chosen to avoid, on the one hand, the sight of the Saint's multipronged tour and, on the other, to monitor Andersa's movements.

He calculated that the woman should catch up within a few minutes at most.

If not, soon after the fog appeared, the figure of the apoptotic lord, who followed Brando and Faina all the way, which was also difficult for her, and who often relied only on the residual smell of tracing on the rocky wasteland.

But Andersha is a long way from the Rock Pit, so she hasn't noticed the presence of the Half-Air Saint Dragon, and that direction is the blind spot of the Saint Dragon.

Brando knew he couldn't let that guy move on, otherwise it would alert her.

He must cook the rice before the woman realizes it.

He took a breath.

“... Hey, I said! Hey, hillbilly, does this plan work? ”

Faina saw Andrea appear and her body showed signs of tightness. She swallowed her throat and asked a little uneasy.

Brando looked at her without courage, thinking that the courage he had built up so easily was completely defeated by this woman.

But he couldn't think much longer. By the time he pulled that limestone out of his arms, the shadow of the saint's dragon had moved slowly, and it seemed to smell the limestone, with fifteen heads surrounding it.

Coming! Brando's heart jumped and he lifted the grey stone. The shadow of the half-air saint's dragon truly rioted.

Their goal is precisely the cliff in that direction.

“Yankee, you... what are you doing?” Faina seemed a little upset watching him act.

But Brando wasn't going to answer her, and besides, he didn't have time, because at this point a giant head of Saint Dragon had already dived out of the sky.

Brando had no time to think about anything else, and he immediately pushed away Faina and rolled himself aside, letting the saint's dragon bite into the air.

Then he rushed over to pull up Fayna and ran. Behind him, the Saint's Dragon came out with four huge skull fogs. In an instant, he chased them up. One of them even ran over the top of the heads of the two men, scaring the aristocratic gold screaming and squatting to hold his head.

Brando was helpless, holding her back with one hand, bending through her legs and holding her up, then rushing to the bottom of the canyon.

Fortunately, in this abyss, the Saints' multiple heads are not easy to carry out together, otherwise they can surround Brando for a moment, but now these fifteen heads are going to collide against each other and block each other, beating one beat slower than Brando.

Together with the rocky crevices on the cliffs, Brando held Fayna and traveled between the crevices, and the Saint's Dragon couldn't help it for a while.

As soon as both escaped, Brando quickly slipped down the cliff with Fiina in his arms along the rock seam, and he went around that corner of the valley, hitting Andersa head-on right out of the fog.

Andersha had a blue sky sheath in one hand, which he had previously landed under the valley as he drew his sword on the cliff. The blue sky was a fantasy weapon in itself. Its sword sheath was also made of special materials, and it fell so high that it didn't break.

But the shepherd's shepherd couldn't help but stand still as Brando leaped forward and through the fog in front of her.

Her purple eyes stared at the young man in a surprising divine colour and stayed for a moment to twist:

“Why did you send it to the door yourself? ”

But Brando shook his head.

“Looks like you already know I don't have the Lion Heart Sword anymore -” he gasped and looked at the sheath on Andersa's hand and replied.

Andersa snorted coldly: "It doesn't matter, the Dark God makes it even more important to me. ”

“What about this thing? ”

“What is it? ”

The Apoptosis Lord was stunned by Brando's words, but Brando had thrown the stone away with his bare hands. Andersa could have reacted with a whip and pulled the thing away, but she looked at the gem clearly and suddenly changed her face.

“Sealed Pieces? ”

Andersha immediately retrieved the stone with a roll of vine whip.

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